I'll Call It Like I See It

by sheila morris

For any who want more, complete list of all posts by month since 2011
  • the Three Wise Men they are not

    the Three Wise Men they are not


    Trump to Putin – a Love Song

    Fools rush in
    Where wise men never go
    But wise men never fall in love
    So how are they to know
    When we met
    I felt my life begin
    So open up your heart and let
    This fool rush in

    (nineteen days later at large military parade in Beijing)

    Honestly, Xi, I don’t know where Trump gets the idea I’m in love with him, protests Putin.

    That’s just how fickle his love is, Kim Jong Un blurted out. I have the love letters to prove it. What a two-timer. Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater.

    Boys, boys, settle down in front of the military. We’ll discuss the United States back at the palace – we’ll sign secret tariff agreements and maybe have time for a round of golf. We’ll play at MY club where you fellows have a chance to win, Xi said. As for Trump, I’ll set up a zoom call of let’s make a deal with him that will send him down to Heartbreak Hotel. He ain’t nothing but a hound dog anyway. Crying all the time.

    Now smile. I’m ready for my close up.

  • The Beauty of September: Embracing Precious Days

    The Beauty of September: Embracing Precious Days


    Oh, it’s a long, long while from May to December, but the days grow short when you reach September. When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame, one hasn′t got time for the waiting game.

    Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few: September, November. And these few precious days, I’ll spend with you. These precious days I’ll spend with you.

    Writers Kurt Weill and Maxwell Anderson wrote these haunting words in 1938, eight years before I was born. The days do grow short in September, more precious with each passing year. I choose to spend them with you…